Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.